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Just Trying to Help
“Just Trying to Help”The Tuesday crowd at Rocco’s was smaller than usual and Manny wondered why. While other bars relied on drink specials and gimmicks to attract customers Rocco’s simply gave the patrons good service and a good pour. There was a regular mix of young and old, blue collar and white. Maybe it was old school but it was also a comfortable place to hang out. He was just finishing his beer when a man came in and sat down on the barstool beside him. “Oh, I’m sorry, that seat is taken.” The man turned toward Manny. “Yeah, I just took it.” “Look, my friend is sitting there. That’s his ...
The Windowsill Talk - Tiny, but Immense
“Hey,” A cheerful voice tickled my eardrum. When I opened my eyes and looked around, I saw someone knocking on my window. “Hey!” The shoutings and knocks made the glass shiver. I picked up my glasses, and tugged myself closer to the window. It was a boy yelling outside. “You finally woke up!” The boy said with an interesting face. “What’s your name?” “Uh…Finn.” “My name is Jack. I’m from Jacksonville, right next to this towww.onedoor.ccwn. My aunt lives here, so I stay here during my summer vacation.” “Good for you.” “Can you open the window? I can’t hear you well.” “Um, okay, I will.” Opening the window, s...
A Story From The Eighties
Janice was startled when she heard the rap on the window. She wasn’t supposed to sleep while working as a watch person at the poultry barn but she may have dozed off. She was sitting in the employee lounge of Sunup Poultry, Inc. Old man Petrie, the owner, threatened to dock the pay of anyone who called the place a “chicken factory” but that was what it was. It supplied the maximum amount of meat and eggs at the cheapest possible cost. Janice used to work during the day on the floor with the chickens but after thirty years even with the safety equipment breathing in the chickenshit was ...
The Meaning is in the Flowers
Last week felt like it lasted an entire month. It was physically and mentally draining I took Friday off as a self-care day. I spent the weekend relaxing, sitting by the fireplace in my apartment reading a book, listening to classic jazz, and watching movies. Even my dog “Gillespie” seemed to want to sleep the weekend away. I was irritated that it was Monday again so soon. I heard my opinionated Pomeranian, Gillespie, come back through his dog door in the living room. He made sure I was aware that his breakfast was past due. I really did not want to go into the office on this icy cold morning....